Yun Xuexin was lying on the bed, her beautiful face was slightly pale and weak at this time. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be frowning slightly because of the pain from the wounds on her body. When she heard the sounds of footsteps, she opened her eyes slowly to look at the person approaching.

“How do you feel?” Feng Jiu asked as she walked up. She pulled up a chair beside her, then she sat down next to the bed and looked at her.

Yun Xuexin looked behind her and saw that only Leng Shuang was following her. When she realised her Senior Brother hadn’t come, a trace of disappointment flashed across her heart. She closed her eyes and looked indifferent: “I’m not dead yet.”

Feng Jiu chuckled when she heard this: “Such an injury won’t kill you. At most, you will lie in bed for ten days to half a month. But as you are injured, I can’t bear to let you move out of Feng Manor. You will stay here for the time being and we will talk about it once you have fully recovered!”

Her quiet eyes fell on her face, but she only saw her closing her eyes and her face was calm and indifferent. She was unable to see anything. Upon seeing this, Feng Jiu sat back leisurely and looked at her on the bed and said: “How did Young Miss Yun get attacked last night? Who did this to Young Miss Yun?”

“I will only tell my Senior Brother.” She turned her head slightly and looked at Feng Jiu: “If you want to know, tell my Senior Brother to come and see me!”

“Haha…”

Feng Jiu laughed lightly and played with the strands of black hair that fell on her chest. Her gentle voice had a trace of indifference and banter: “Young Miss Yun’s style has really opened my eyes. In all honesty, I have never met a woman like Young Miss Yun before.”

Leng Shuang, who was beside Feng Jiu, poured a cup of tea for Feng Jiu. Feng Jiu took a sip of the tea after she took it, then she played with it in her hand and said to Leng Shuang: “It’s time to change the bandages for Young Miss Yun.”

“Yes.” Leng Shuang responded and stepped forward to change the bandages on Yun Xuexin’s wound.

Feng Jiu didn’t speak anymore but just scraped the tea with the lid of the teacup. She sat there with her eyes closed as she was deep in thought. Yun Xuexin, who was on the bed, allowed Leng Shuang to change her bandages, but she didn’t say anything else.

After a while, Leng Shuang had changed all the bandages on Yun Xuexin’s wounds and returned to Feng Jiu’s side: “Master, they’ve been changed.”

“Mmm.” Feng Jiu responded lightly, then she looked at Yun Xuexin and asked: “Young Miss Yun, you’ve hurt your internal organs, I instructed someone to feed you a medicinal pill last night. I’m wondering if your internal organs still hurt today.”

“You expect to see results with just one internal alchemy pill? The Ghost Doctor thinks too highly of your medicinal pills.” Yun Xuexin said slowly and looked at her with an indifferent expression.

Feng Jiu nodded when she heard this: “That’s right, your internal injuries require a medicinal pill a day in order for you to recover quickly. Otherwise, I’m afraid there will be problems in the future.” She said, then with a flick of her hand, a bottle appeared in her hand.

“Seeing as you are Mo Ze’s Junior Sister, I will suffer the loss!” She said, then handed the bottle to Leng Shuang.

Leng Shuang stepped forward and took the bottle, then she took a medicinal pill out and came to Yun Xuexin and said in a low voice: “Young Miss Yun, please open your mouth.”

Yun Xuexin frowned and stared at the medicinal pill: “What kind of medicinal pill is this? Why does it smell so strange?”

Feng Jiu smiled and played with the teacup in her hand, then she looked at her with raised eyebrows and said calmly: “Young Miss Yun, do you think that I will make a move on you? You are a smart person, how can you think this way?”